🎵 Gold Digger // by June Greene

1 ContributorGold Digger Lyrics [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings Nothing but my children, one shot, they disappearin' I'm in the city where the flag be gettin' thrown like it was pass interference Padlock around the building Crash, pullin' up in unmarked truck just to play freeze tag With a bone to pick like it was sea bass So when I made it out, I made about 50K from a show Tryna show niggas the ropes before they hung from a rope I'm prophetic, they only talk about it how I get it Only good for saving face, seen the cosmetics How many heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics? Hurry up and get your muscle up, we out the plyometric Nigga ran up out of luck soon as I upped the highest metric The city just made it sweet, you could die, I bet it They mouth get full of deceit, let these cowards tell it Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin' [Verse 2: Casual] Boy you touchable No need to get apologetic Get your bottom dollar, bet it It's your problem, I'mma let it Alone, the High Priest on the microphone Taking historical lyrical oracles to the dome My rap is blessed, miraculous In fact the impact is just, spectacular Intact with the knack to bust butts Need I discuss? My rhymes make your brain freeze like slush Or slurpees, with unpredictable bumps like herpes Lets see if you can serve these superb emcees All you thirty-third degrees I've figured out history's mysteries My kinetic energetic poetic motion Subsides your synthetic notion Of being the best, fully pressurized Back up off the microphones, I suggest, you guys [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] Busta Rhymes up in the place-ah, true indeed-ah (Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!) Yes, I catch wreck and that's word on my seed-ah I'm guaranteed to give you what you need-ah (Ha! Ha!) One blood everybody, like Junior Reid-ah (Ha! Ha!) Wake up every mornin', yo, I must succeed-ah Nationwide ruckus make the world stampede-ah Yo, Willie, make we roll some weed-ah (Ha!) Mad charged, nigga, now I must proceed-ah Yo, we 'bout to make moves, set speed-ah (Ha! Ha!) Peace to Baby Phife, Q-Tip, Ali Shaheed-ah Watch me knock you out like Apollo Creed-ah Body blows bustin' your shit, makin' you bleed Just feed off dynamic flows and take heed-ah (Ha! Ha!) Need more information, homeboy, then just read, ay, yah! (Ayy!) You can read all about the pure breed-ah (Ha! Ha!) Do the bogle dance, man, do the pepperseed-ah [Verse 4: Kanye West] Eighteen years, eighteen years She got one of your kids, got you for eighteen years I know somebody payin' child support for one of his kids His baby mama car and crib is bigger than his You will see him on TV any given Sunday Win the Super Bowl and drive off in a Hyundai She was supposed to buy your shorty Tyco with your money She went to the doctor, got lipo with your money She walkin' 'round lookin' like Michael with your money Shoulda got that insured, Geico for your money (Money) If you ain't no punk Holler, "We want prenup, we want prenup, yeah" It's somethin' that you need to have 'Cause when she leave yo' ass, she gon' leave with half Eighteen years, eighteen years And on the eighteenth birthday, he found out it wasn't his [Pre-Chorus: Kanye West] Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger, uh But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas, uh Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger, uh But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas, uh [Chorus: Kanye West] Get down, girl, go 'head, get down, uh Get down, girl, go 'head, get down Get down, girl, go 'head, get down, uh Get down, girl, go 'head